Eee. What a week. >_<*** Grandpa is dying, I had my housing inspection yesterday, Patti's here with all assorted prats, Auntie's here, the VNS got turned on, and it's the first week of work. -_-;; Eh.

On the plus side! I have a neuro! who LISTENS! when I complain! And even though we didn't switch the Carbatrol, she still listened to me bitch, which is a start. XD It'd be a bit much to change meds and have the new thing going at the same time. ^_^;

It feels like someone put a buzzer toy in the back of my throat. o_o;

I'm going the VNS turned on tomorrow. The rep's going to be there and they had an opening, so yay, a week early. XD Which means I'll actually BE a cyborg, instead of just a wanna-be. XD

You know what bugs me the most about Patti's whole Mental Conditions were an Indicator of Spiritual Illness thing, Meg? It's like saying that I have seizures cos I'm Not Right With God. -_-; Because most of the time the base of depression and other disorders is physical, not mental. Yes, there's other problems that go with that they make worse, but I still think that it's a medical problem most of the time. You need consuling AND eds to get better, and the way she puts it, Getting Right With God is a magic cure. -_-;

With a degree in Applied Theology, no less. -_-;; Yeah. Why I live on one side of the state and Neechan lives on the other. -_-;

Oh, I'm a church-going Nice Christian Girl, and I'm very temped to scan the pretty embossing on my shiny new leather bible I got at CostCo for $38 and the embossing at Christian Supply for $3, but Patti has made an Art of annoying Meg and I with it for years. -_-;;;; What I do with MY faith is between ME and GOD, thankyouverymuch. End of story.

Grr.

*snerk*

Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:
Born 1903-Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down.
It was.

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In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up And no place to go.

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In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767

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In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:
Anna Wallace:
The children of Israel wanted bread,
And the Lord sent them manna.
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.

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In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast.
Pardon me For not rising.

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In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.

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In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:

Here lays The Kid.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.

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A lawyer's epitaph in England:
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.

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John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:
Reader, if cash thou art In want of any,
Dig 6 feet deep;
And thou wilt find a Penny.

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In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:
On the 22nd of June,
Jonathan Fiddle Went out of tune.

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Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls,Vermont
Here lies the body of our Anna -
Done to death by a banana.
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low,
But the skin of the thing that made her go.

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On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket, Massachusetts:
Under the sod and under the trees,
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod.
Pease shelled out and went to God.

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In a cemetery in England:
Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, you soon will be.
Prepare yourself and follow me.

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
To follow you I'll not consent
Until I know which way you went

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Last add, from Boot Hill, in Tombstone, Arizona:
Here lies Lester Moore
One slug from a 44
No Les
No More

Feh. That's a lot of work-up for five minutes of a lady checking the sinks, outlets, water heater, stove and fire detector. -_-;; But Section 8 pays a rather large chunk of my rent, so who am I to bitch? ^^;;

Stolen from Ann.


You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a
little bit cocky and usually associated with
evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You
probably just don't give a damn,but it's
everyone else's fault if you don't because
you're too awesome to have any real faults.


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Biiiiiiii-da. Easter Sunday is the day that separates the girls from the women in Children's Ministries. XP

Beside the fact that Eugene Faith Center is the parent church of the one we grew up in and about 10 times the size, we're having four services and they're only having one. :P And even IF they're having it at the high school, that autorium is smaller than the sanctuary at EFC. o_o; Eeee.

Amy: I must be insane.
Erin: Why?
Amy: I _volunteered_ to do childcare for Easter at church. -_-;
Erin: ... sugarhigh chocolate-fed children with Cadbury's Creme Eggs, you are nuts.
Amy: It's one thing to get roped, it's another to tie the noose yourself, ya know?
Amy: Exactly. -_-;

Whee. I deleted the old blog cos somehow i managed to screw up a link so badly the safe mode wasn't fixing it. O_o;;; Er. So, why not? New start and all that. Yeah. Something like that. -_-'